Our elixirs poisoned, tinged with sugar-coated tongues
Acquired to the taste of angel’s flesh
Flesh
Skin
Bone
Seducing hymns from a pure soul to embrace pins and needles laid under a thin, red, velvet love seat
The Shadows on the rusted, molded walls appear under white lampshades, casting horns and tail
I forget when blistering heat of comfort takes control
For what it to means to be this close to silky smooth skin
The world, adorned in costume and masquerades
Required to participate in
The elixir is passed to and fro
Curiosity seizes the air above and below
A cup or two manipulated by a tangy bittersweet taste
A sin to be made
A loss to become
Devil’s play invocation to rule
Justice for one and one for all
The one we choose to redeem makes up for the fall
